Perched Whiskers

Ahh, Cat. She’s more formally known as Kitty, but alas she has grown. Grown into catdom. Maybe in a decade I’ll refer to Old Cat (Wise Cat?). I suspect we will have parted ways by then.

She’s the fourth roommate. She spends much of the day imitating pillows on the couch, curled into a tired ball of sleepy relief. Sometimes she runs, flails, rubs up against table legs and human legs. Cat’s good.